We now have a very good chance to play in the Big 12 Championship game (against Mizzou, which we've beat once already), and then a birth in the BCS, potentially the NATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIPS again. That would fucking ROCK.
2) As my right ankle healed, the nerve that runs to the center of the bottom of my foot got wrapped up with the healing tendons/ligaments. Now, when it's rainy/bad weather/frontal systems, or when my ankle's hurting for some other reason, the bottom of my foot itches BAD. And, since it's a nerve problem, putting anti-itch medication on it doesn't do anything. I actually have to make my foot hurt in that spot in order for the itch to go away... generally by digging my fingernail into the base of my foot in that spot. I realize it sounds weird, but there you are.
P.S. (Which doesn't count as #3, no, it doesn't! Really!) I've never known a book to raise my blood pressure and pulse like Dreamcatcher. Stephen King really knows how to build the suspense. And really weave a story - you get some of the main plot, then a bit of a subplot, and back and forth, and finally all of the parts weave together in a great book. But, I think it's that I'm actually afraid of aliens. Like, seriously. (I understand that there's a statistical impossibility in there not being life out there, I just don't want to meet it personally.) In a nutshell, the fear stems from my childhood - I substituted being visited by aliens instead of what was happening to me. When your brain would rather think you're visited by mean aliens at 6, you've got a really fucked-up childhood. Ever since, I have hated aliens. You sing the tones from Close Encounters and I will beat you. ET now scares me. He's not cute. It's mainly the grays I don't like. They really creep me out. But, for some reason, I'm perfectly fine with Star Trek and Doctor Who. Maybe because most of those aliens are very humanoid. I dunno.
- Where I am:Houston house on a blow-up matress, because it's more comfy than the couch
- Feeling:
sore - Now playing:something on A&E about Indians narrated by Kenny Rogers (pre-bad facelift)
I CAN FINALLY DRIVE AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!
See, what happened was that after my massive ankle injury (see entries tagged with "ankle shenanigans") I was unable to drive because my right foot was fucked up so bad. I wouldn't even use the F word here except that is the only really good word for it. Two months of screwing around with an asshole doctor (I shouldn't be surprised, he's an orthopedist... they tend to be men who get their fun playing with the power tools of the trade) and three weeks of physical therapy - which I should have started immediately once I was out of my cast, but can't fix that now - and the physical therapist has finally told me it's okay for me to drive short distances. THANK YOU, JESUS. And I mean that literally, with all due gratitude. I've only been waiting for THREE MONTHS.
Also: this means that I'm almost strong enough to climb up the stairs to my intended bedroom. I've been forced by necessity to sleep on an air mattress on the floor in the living room because I couldn't make it upstairs to lie on an actual bed. It's now looking like I will be able to sleep on a real, actual mattress in a bed frame OFF THE FLOOR in a week or two. I seriously can't tell you how thrilling the prospect of having a DOOR will be, y'all.
Ankle shenanigans of 2008 are almost at an end. I can see the light at the end of the tunnel. Oh, thank God.
- Where I am:Houston house on a blow-up matress, because it's more comfy than the couch
- Feeling:
relieved - Now playing:my typing in silence
Here is a picture of my two bum feet:
The computer, my walker, and my pudgy thighs are also in view. This cast glows in the dark. Not that I am ever in the dark, but it was the closest I could come to white/plain. I figured out that the blue one doesn't really lend itself to color. I'm having Mom get me one of those packs of multi-colored Sharpies to doodle on my cast in times of boredom.
If anyone has any suggestions for things to draw/requests for signatures via blog, I'm all ears.
- Where I am:Houston house on the couch that has become bed
- Feeling:
calm - Now playing:"great moments in presidential speeches" on Dave Letterman
Better news: Even though we don't have cable yet (I have to hold out until Wednesday), Mom found our ancient black and white analog TV. I have TV back. Thank the Lord. I think if I had had to listen to NPR for one more day I would have gone absolutely bonkers.
Not so good news: My ankle in my cast itches like a son-of-a-bitch. And I can't scratch it. Then again, the rest of my body itches, but that's because we haven't quite figured out a good way to definitely keep my cast dry while I lie in the tub to get clean.
Worse news: With my ankle in a cast, I can't use our new hot tub for a while. And I was so looking forward to it! But, then again, it's probably better this way, because I'm sure it needs to be cleaned, refilled, etc. before first use anyway. Wouldn't want to soak in the previous owner's dirty germiness.
- Where I am:Houston house on the couch that has become bed
- Feeling: bored
- Now playing:"Good Day Houston"
He and I could both tell there was something VERY wrong with my right foot when he was doing his assessment and having me push against his hand with the outside of my foot and I physically couldn't do it. I was ordering my foot to do it, my brain thought I was doing it, but my foot just wasn't. "Push against my hand," he said. "I am." Scary.
But the tech who did my cast was very nice and listened to my stories of previous injuries requiring casts - only two in my whole life before this one. Following this entry will be a poll to ask y'all to help me decide the color of my next cast.
More later when I'm not tired, drugged, and in pain.
- Where I am:Houston house
- Feeling: crappy
- Now playing:"Time After Time" on the radio
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